Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 200 Ice and Fire
Subtitle of this chapter: Let people all over the world fall into the trap together!
"Mr. Craftsman, it's great to see you again!"
"Mr. Yuan, you seem to have recovered well. Thank you very much. I didn't expect you to come to pick me up in person. And last time..."
"Let's not talk about what happened last time, Mr. Craftsman."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Yuan. Let's not talk about it anymore."
"Come in the car, Mr. Ai Yi Yi. Let's go to my house first. By the way, let me introduce you, this is my roommate, Mr. Julian Herman Chandler."
"This is my friend and an outstanding novelist, Mr. Howard Phillips Lovecraft..."
For Master Yuan now, buying a car is nothing, as a Ford Model T only costs 300 US dollars. Of course, as a young gentleman with plenty of money, he bought a good car... But no matter how good a car is, it can't compare to the Wuling Hongguang one hundred years later.
It is now Friday, December 3rd, and Mr. Ai Shouyi has finally arrived in New York from his hometown of Providence, Rhode Island. Because he plans to live in New York permanently this time, he brought a lot of gifts.
Yuan Yanshu and Julian helped him load the gifts into the car, and the three of them drove straight to the luxurious apartment in the Upper East Side.
“Clatter…”
"YI TONG."
"PENG!"
As soon as you enter Master Yuan's home, you can hear the clear and pleasant sound of mahjong and the strange intonation of Chinese. Since he promoted mahjong, he naturally popularized Chinese as well. So...
In the future, Chinese restaurants in the United States will use mahjong tiles as symbols on menus and orders:
Customer: "Waiter, I want to eat Ba Tong, Si Wan, Yao Ji and Qing Fa. Oh, please don't touch plum blossoms, a summer."
Waiter: "The guest in front wants eight steamed buns, four-happiness meatballs, General Tso's chicken, and beer. No scallion and spicy!"
Basically, this is everyone's style.
"Mr. Yuan, your house is really lively."
"Mr. Ai Craftsmanship, we Chinese people like to be lively!"
In fact, Master Yuan also felt that the noise was a bit noisy. The mahjong tables were too noisy, and even the soundproofing materials couldn't block it. So he immediately decided to let these guys move away in a few days. Anyway, I don't like playing mahjong now. Now it's time to spread out, these Bulbasaur... well, mahjong seeds should be sown.
"Mr. Yuan, what are they doing?"
"Oh, they are playing Mahjong."
Yuan Yanshu said very seriously: "Mr. Ai Shouyi, don't underestimate this game. Mahjong is a divination tool used by us Seres three thousand years ago. Now I brought it to you America to fight against the evil Jews and Freemasons."
Master Ai Shou Yi asked curiously, "Oh, that's why. But I have a question, how does this Mahjong fight against the Jews and Freemasons?"
Yuan Yan frowned. He was used to talking nonsense, so sometimes he would go off track. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and immediately thought of an excuse: "Aren't Freemasons called free masons? They want to build another Tower of Babel, so I'll let you Westerners learn how to build the Great Wall of China!"
"Mr. Yuan, I know about your The Great Wall, but does the Great Wall have this function?"
"Of course."
However, our Master Yuan had no way of retelling the plot of the terrible movie The Great Wall directed by Zhang Yimou, so he had to change the subject and said, "Hey, this is a long story. I'll explain it to you next time. Let's go to the study and talk business first."
Yuan Yan suddenly led the guest into the study. After they sat down, he said seriously, "Mr. Ai Shouyi, I asked you to come here this time to prepare for the publication of our "Qima Magazine"!"
Hearing this, Master Ai Shouyi was also cheered up. He had been unemployed for a long time... well, he had never worked a proper job in his life. Now he finally had a noble job that suited his taste, made money, and took on the responsibility of saving all mankind. Naturally, he cherished it very much.
He immediately stepped into the role of editor-in-chief and said, "Mr. Yuan, there is no problem in publishing a magazine. But where are the manuscripts? Where do so many manuscripts come from to be published?"
"Mr. Ai Shouyi, look!" Yuan Yan suddenly took out a thick stack of manuscripts from the desk drawer and said, "First use my book and your novel to support it. When our magazine becomes famous, people will naturally submit their manuscripts."
"This is……"
"A Song of Ice and Fire!"
"Mr. Yuan, can I take a look first?"
"Of course, I was just looking for your opinion..."
"Ding-ling-ling!"
"Neo, your phone."
Just then, his assistant came and asked him to answer the phone.
"I'm going to answer a phone call, you take a look first. Yuri, you stay with Mr. Aishouyi."
"OK."
Our Master Yuan came to the living room and picked up the phone and said, "Hello... It's Uncle Luo. What can I do for you?"
"My Japanese friend wants to treat me to a meal on Friday? No problem, but I have to make it clear that I don't eat Japanese food."
Don't get me wrong, Yuan Yanshu doesn't eat Japanese food not because he is too patriotic, but because he thinks even Cantonese cuisine is too bland, so he would dislike Japanese food that only uses three condiments: soy sauce, miso and mustard.
Didn’t someone say in later generations that Indian curry saved the Japanese tongue?
Moreover, even Kaiseki cuisine was too small in his opinion. It was just a small thing, and if the Japanese really made it fancy, how much would they eat?
"What? There are no Japanese restaurants in New York."
Yes, I had never seen a Japanese restaurant in New York in 1920. In fact, 100 years later, only sushi was still popular among Japanese people, and foreigners didn't like other messy foods. But some people in the foodie country praised Japanese food to the sky.
I have to say that the mentally ill Japanese may not have problems with their brains, but they definitely have problems with their tongues.
"They invited me to have dinner at the Japanese Consulate, so I will..."
Wait, there are some pretty Japanese girls in the Japanese consulate!
Roar, they must have seen that I’m talented so they want to use sugar-coated bullets to corrupt me.
Humph, as an upright Chinese like me, of course I have to peel off the kimono... No, I have to eat the sugar coating, and then shoot the meat bomb inside... well, the cannonball back.
Our Master Yuan wiped his saliva and said, "Uncle Luo, since the Japanese teachers... well, friends are so enthusiastic, I can't not go, right?"
"Uncle Luo, you are talking about diplomatic etiquette. Don't worry, I will not embarrass us Chinese."
He put down the phone and thought to himself that Uncle Luo Jiaxiang still underestimated him. How could I, with my 18-point physique, be embarrassed in front of the Japanese? I was clearly winning glory for my country!
Thinking of his pride, he naturally hummed the familiar and exciting tune...
“Pika Pika!”
"Master Ball, P.E.K.A, you ABCDEFG...CUP, what's wrong with me?"
"Host, what movie's theme song do you think you were humming just now?"
